Ok friends. I know I’ve been slacking off writing in here and, for that, I apologize.
Needless to say, moving 4,000 miles away is HARD WORK FOLKS.
I need to give a tremendous THANK YOU to all the people that have generously opened their hearts, homes, couches and refridgerators to a middle class white girl in need.
That being said, BOY HOWDY, am I ready to not live out of a suitcase anymore. To have a bed. A DOOR. It’s really the little things in life you learn to appreciate when everywhere and nowhere is your home. I feel like a friggin janitor I have so many keys and none of them belong to me. Deep right?
I went shopping with my mom yesterday. Gots me somz real nice boots and a waterproof jacket and a a new bag. I will be STYLIN! Maybe as I walk down the streets of Dublin cute 20-something-year-old-irish-boys will be like,
“Oh look at that handsomely dressed young woman!”
“Indeed! Let’s go talk to her! Perhaps buy her a Guinness?!”
….This is how Ireland works in my head folks….don’t ruin it.
In all honesty though, the last few days have been really rough for me. I’m not sure if it’s cuz I am still working 2 jobs and trying to do a play (I KNOW..I know…) and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed but my feelings have been like spontaneously projectiling themselves on my friends. I think this is what it must be like to be like crazy…or pregnant.I just will be walking along and there’s a slow walker in front of me and I get so upset I have to contain myself from throwing a maniac fit at them. Or if my plans to hang out with someone go slightly awry I feel like weeping. Obviously, its not all the time, but I have never been this moody in my life and it’s FUCKING TERRIBLE for everyone. Thank God I have somehow mad it through the labyrinth and I am at peace with it now (am I moving or dying?) but I think I’ve gone through all the stages of grief now and I’m just ready to go.
Alright. So that’s about where I am at the moment. Good Bye dinner with peeps this Saturday night. Hopefully no one will cry. I can’t handle that shit.
